For some, it is vain.For others it is lust.With the right person it is spiritual.

why do we feel alone?" he asked quietly and defeated, "because in this world, we are told we need someone else to make us feel something, to show us good and to make us feel valuable." "why is that you think?" "because we haven't learnt to love ourselves." he looked down, tracing his fingers over a worn picture frame.

i used ti think poorly of our difference, that i wanted to be with you every minute of every day, you dont se things the way i do when it comes to love, and that friction may be the reason i love you all the more.

its a beautiful thing in my mind, to be involved with oneself, not in vanity, but in wonder, who knew such a small head could be big enough to contain reality itself. we really must give ourselves more credit than we do.